Alvin and Billy. Last names withheld on purpose.
Unless you've spent some time around riverbank campfires, you're likely never to have heard these fellows sing. Well, maybe in some Appalachian churches too.
They are rather opposite, Alvin being a big man - about 6'3" or 4" and 320 pounds. His voice seems to start somewhere down around his ankles and well up from there. It comes out a rich, melodious, and controlled bass. He can sing country gospel live, just off the cuff, better than anyone I've heard anywhere. That includes concerts and recording studios.
Billy is a slight man (but not a small one, he's a real man with a good upbringing). He has that "high lonesome sound." Plus, his guitar picking is right on target. When he puts them together, why it's plain terrific. He and his father recently decided to give a try at a bluegrass open mic night. Neither had performed live before, excepting at church and riverbank campfires, so this was pretty new for them. The fellow hosting that night spent over a decade playing with Bill Monroe and then a lot more time playing with more greats. He finally settled down in Kentucky, where Billy lives. So they go and they're ready to play. The host asks him what song he's going to do. "Rank Strangers" he says. The host asks, "Mind if I play along? What key you doing it in?" "Sure. We're doing it in G." "G. That's awful high." "I can sing it," says Billy. So they perform Rank Strangers in G, with the fellow who cut his teeth with Bill Monroe playing along. At the end of the night, the host asks Billy and his father to come back up, he'd like Billy to sing a few more Bill Monroe songs with him.
Seems like some of the best never make it onto a record.
- Zurf